"Well, how would I know how you like to travel? As far as I knew, you were ash on the wind." He swallows and says nothing about the other him. "Now stop it. You don't have to do anything. Why does there always have to be some evil plot? Can't you just...can't we just exist? We're all that's left, you and me. Or...you and me and...me. Can't we just put the past behind us?" He starts moving, as casually as possible, towards the newspaper stand TARDIS. "We were friends once, you and I, so very long ago."